The Earth People are so Fierce

Thinking about it this way, most of the thousands of rat militiamen stood up.

Led by Ye Ye and other 29 veterans hand-selected by Meng Chao, they gathered into a fiery torrent and rushed towards the gate of the training camp.

There was a faint light in the eyes of the house mouse soldiers who were staring at the Wildhammer.

Wildhammer's house mouse soldiers are like bereaved dogs whose backbones have been broken, and they can't even straighten their waists.

They were terrified and asked viscerally: "You guys, what do you want to do, are you not afraid of death?"

"Hmph, even your master was beaten up by the night demon, you shit, what are you so proud of?"

The spider hid in the crowd and said in a weird tone, "Be careful when the bloodhoof army returns to the city, and let you be buried with the Wildhammer!"

This sentence made all the house mouse soldiers pale.

The Turan civilization does not have a tradition of burial.

Because after the death of the Glory Warrior, he will go to the holy mountain where he will fight forever during the day and the eternal carnival at night to join the ranks of the ancestral spirits.

And the humble rat people obviously did not have the qualifications to enter the holy mountain after death.

Since the fate of each other is not the same, burial is meaningless.

However, their master Wildhammer was seriously injured and lost most of his combat effectiveness in all likelihood.

Being branded with such a humiliating mark on his forehead by the Night Demon, it is estimated that he would never want to raise his head in the circle of Glory Warriors in his life.

These house rats are soldiers, unable to continue to serve Wildhammer.

If it is transferred to others, it is naturally impossible to continue to serve as a high-ranking soldier.

It is very likely to be reduced to cannon fodder, and sooner or later he will face the minions of the liger, the arrow rain of the elves, the artillery of the dwarves and the magic of the holy light human race.

Thinking of this, Wildhammer's house mouse soldiers are full of bitterness, how can they still get half of their fighting spirit?

"If you don't want to die, just rush out with us!"

Ye Zi took the opportunity to agitate, "Stay in the city of Pointe Noire, you soldiers who protect your master against the disadvantages, there is only one dead end, but if you fight for the bighorn rat **** and the rat people themselves, we have received harsh training and are skilled in combat skills. The warrior, will surely find a way to survive!

"Don't hesitate. The Turan's tradition is to surrender to the strong. Look at the terrible look of Wildhammer. Is he really worth your hard work?"

These remarks made a lot of Wildhammer's house mouse soldiers lowered their heads deeply, their eyes wandering to the sides.

Only a handful of diehard elements are still standing in place with gritted teeth.

The number of them is only a few dozen.

At this point, Ye Ye stopped talking nonsense, snorted coldly, strode forward, and slammed straight towards the captain of the Wildhammer.

The captain had actually heard of this "naturally powerful" young man.

But she was still deceived by Ye Zi's baby face.

Just as he was about to draw his knife, Ye Zi suddenly accelerated, rushing into his arms at a speed as fast as lightning.

There was only a "bang", and the two sides slammed into each other firmly.

You know, most of the soldiers of Wildhammer are as tall and magnificent as him, and they wear well-forged metal armor, like statues made of copper and iron.

Although the leaves have added more than ten catties of muscle under Meng Chao's preparation, they still look tall and thin because of their stature also springing up like mushrooms.

Just looking at the comparison of body shapes, everyone thought that the leaf would hit the iron plate and bounce back.

Unexpectedly, it turned out that the captain of the Wildhammer snorted, flew out more than a dozen arms, hit the wall hard, and again made a muffled sound of broken muscles, slid down crookedly, and collapsed to the ground. , Not moving anymore.

And at the moment of the impact, Ye Ye swiftly took out the wide-backed sword from the opponent's waist, and slashed fiercely, splitting two visible ripples in the air, making a "buzzing" hiss. .

The gaze of the boy was riding on the ripples, shooting at the other diehards.

These guys didn't expect that the seemingly milky leaves had such amazing power.

They swallowed hard, and their legs were already shaking and limp involuntarily before the brain responded.

"lets go!"

Ye Zi held up his chest and brandished his saber, "Next, we have to fight for ourselves!"

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Standing on the top of the roof of the training camp, in the shadow of gunpowder smoke, Meng Chaozhuo watched Ye Zi rush out with a large number of rat militiamen.

The Rat Min Juvenile is growing faster than he imagined. Perhaps he can expect this seed that he planted casually to grow into a towering tree in the near future.

Although a mere tree cannot change the future.

But if one hundred, one thousand, or even ten thousand trees are gathered together, maybe they can change the world and create a new world?

"Finally sent Ye Ye away, and then, you can happily...sprinkle some wild!"

Meng Chao's gaze crossed the chaotic blood skull arena, and cast his gaze towards the burning Black Horn.

Under the smooth, mirror-like, honeycomb-shaped light-permeable face, he grinned.

Tap your toes lightly, leap forward, and silently draw a mysterious arc in the smoky mid-air, surpassing Ye Zi and others, just falling on their way forward, yelling, thundering, and waving Tomahawk and epee, behind the bloodhoof warriors trying to restore order.

The bloodhoof warriors who stayed behind in the blood skull arena, old, old, remnant, are not the enemy of Meng Chao, who is gradually regaining his strength and stepping into the sky again.

To deal with them, Meng Chao didn't even need to use the curved blade extending from the back of his elbow.

With a light slash with a hand knife, you can accurately grasp the gap between their necks and cervical vertebrae based on the subtle touch feedback from the totem armor, and input a high-frequency tremor of psychic energy just right to disperse their cervical vertebrae.

They made their cervical vertebrae misaligned, limp to the ground, and couldn't even make an exclamation.

If they don't want to be paralyzed for a lifetime, these guys can only lie there motionless, waiting for the rescue of the witch doctor.

The Blood Skull Arena at this moment is the best hunting ground for ghost assassins.

Meng Chao knocked down more than a dozen bloodhoof warriors in succession, and successfully opened up a green channel for Ye Zi to rush into the arena of bleeding skulls.

He didn't let the other party see his true face clearly, and didn't let the other party successfully swing a sword at him once.

In fact, compared with these bloodhoof warriors with missing arms and legs, it was the totem armor itself, which caused him more trouble.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

When he sneaked on the bloodhoof warrior, the totem armor constantly stimulated his auditory nerve, as if hundreds of bloodthirsty flies were noised in his ears.

In his vision, various irritating and seductive sound and light effects also appeared, such as marking the deadly vitals of the bloodhoof warrior with shiny arrows to lure him to attack.

His dopamine and endorphins index also increased uncontrollably, and quickly broke through the limit, making him approach the abyss of confusion again and again.

This made Meng Chao once again confirmed that the Totem Armor is an extremely dangerous individual soldier's ultimate weapon.

Because it has a very advanced-perhaps too advanced strong artificial intelligence operating system.

This kind of strong artificial intelligence infused into similar liquid metal with incredible technology can even continuously learn the thinking and fighting mode of each generation of masters, optimize their own moves and tactics, and use the magical and real sound and light effects to simulate the past dynasties. The image of the owner.

That is the "ancestor spirit" or "war soul" that the high orcs worshipped.

In the end, using its fighting wisdom, which is far superior to flesh and blood, influences the new owner in subtle ways.

Let the new owner gradually change from adopting its rationalization suggestions, to obeying its words, and then completely letting go of its will, completely degenerating into a puppet of the totem armor, a slave of the desire to kill, a machine that only knows about destruction and destruction. machine.

In a word, totem armor can indeed greatly enhance the wearer's combat effectiveness and battlefield survivability.

But as long as you put on the totem armor, the wearer will become the purest, most thorough, and most extreme warrior, taking battle as the only meaning in life.

Meng Chao didn't know how the ancestors of the higher orcs would invent such terrible ultimate equipment for individual soldiers.

He feels that the reason why Turan civilization has declined to this day is close to the point where it was drinking blood, and it has nothing to do with the totem armor.

If a civilization is one of the best in a hundred, all you think about is fighting and killing, and the people who undertake all the work except fighting and killing are "humble rat people."

How can such a civilization continue, continue to develop, and create greater brilliance?

In this sense, the totem armor and the mandala tree are the same.

They helped Turan civilization to continue in a very extreme way, lasting thousands of years, tens of thousands of years.

But it locked or even strangled this civilization, except for the possibility of constantly launching wars and falling into a cycle of killing.

Although clearly aware of this.

Meng Chao still chose to drink poison to quench his thirst.

He believes that he can resist the negative influence of Totem Armor.

Only use the constantly evolving and constantly powerful Totem Armor to complete your mission to save the Dragon City.

Even if it is really unstoppable.

As long as it can push the future of Dragon City by one meter in the direction of "preventing destruction", no, even one centimeter or one millimeter is worth it, right?

Besides, there are "Tinder" too!

Meng Chao was surprised and delighted to discover that as he attacked everywhere in the "Game of the Brave", he took advantage of the fire to rob and fish in troubled waters.

After devouring more and more flesh of totem beasts and secret medicines prepared by witch doctors.

While the blood vessels and spirit veins were constantly filling, the fire that had been sleeping for a long time in the depths of the brain also showed signs of awakening.

Although Tinder has not yet released a new mission.

Can not exchange new skills.

But every time, when the strong artificial intelligence carried by the totem armor flashes information in front of his eyes and keeps noise in his ears, the fire will always shine and emit a strong light to help him defend his soul and stay awake. .